I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
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You can have all my share of corndogs in the entire universe forever :)
"And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,"
is what speaks to me today.
I'd forgotten how much I love this poem.
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